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going to reach out the open window and grab her face. She is dead wrong. My hand fumbles with the black knob as I pull it up and unlock my driver’s side door. Glancing up, I know that is exactly what she thought I was going to do; her mouth is hanging open. I’m not sure if it’s because she is shocked I didn’t do it, or more shocked that she wanted me to. Either way, I know I got to her.
    “Didn’t your momma ever tell you if you keep your mouth hung open like that a bird’s liable to fly by and shit on your tongue?” She doesn’t answer. Instead she snaps her mouth shut and scowls. She’d resemble one of those cartoons characters I used to watch with Levi on Saturday mornings, if she wasn’t so damn cute; you know, the one that has steam blowing out its ears.
    “Nice. That’s real nice, Colby,” she mutters under her breath before walking away without a second glance. Getting out of my truck, I grab my bags and sit them on the pavement. My eyes drift to the steps that Hensley is climbing.
    Dusty’s voice suspends my thoughts, “She’s feisty, isn’t she?”
    Sarcastically I ask, “Feisty is putting it mildly, don’t ya think?”
    “She has her reasons. We all do.” He shrugs his shoulders like I should know what he is talking about.
    I guess we all have our own demons, and reasons for being who we are today. I know I do. But what I can’t understand is why I have a sudden fascination with discovering what she’s all about.
    “Yeah, I guess we do. You wanna help with these bags? I’m beat.”
    “Sure thing, man.” He bends and picks up my black duffle bag. As he slings the nylon strap over his shoulder he says, “We might want to hurry in there before she gets to the shower first and uses all the hot water.”
    Hensley in the shower would be a sight for sore eyes.
    Shaking my head, I nod in his direction as he leads the way up the concrete steps to my new home.

     

     
    THE LOUD SOUND of someone pounding on the bathroom door reminds me why I still live at home. Having roommates isn’t something I would like. Yet here I am showering in someone else’s shower. C an’t a girl have some privacy?
    “Dusty, I’ll be right out!” I holler, annoyed that I’ve only been in here a few minutes. He knows I like to take long, hot showers.
    “It’s Colby, and I have to pee. Can you hurry up?”
    “Yeah…umm…give me five.” The sound of my voice stuttering is unmistakable. I just pray that he didn’t hear it. A shower, a few solid minutes of alone time to think is all I need.
    A few minutes later I turn off the shower and slide the curtain over just enough so I can lean forward and reach my towel.
    “Holy shit, Dusty!” I screech as my hand touches a man’s flesh.
    “Shit. It’s not Dusty. It’s me.” He doesn’t have to say his name; I know who “me” is.
    Colby looks in the mirror with horror in his eyes, like his presence in the steamy bathroom and his closeness to my naked body scare him. My hands dart to cover up my lady parts. Even though they are hidden behind the shower curtain, I still feel exposed. He wiggles his ass as he stands in front of the toilet, attempting to stop the flow as he’s emptying his bladder in front of me.
    “Sorry,” he belts out. “I honestly thought I could sneak in and piss without you knowing.” He frowns as his hands fumble with the soap dispenser on the counter. “Really, this is…well, this is weird. I would never intrude on a lady in the shower; I just had to pee, and Dusty was in his bathroom. It was either in here or outside. And I doubt the residents below us would vote for that option. Please don’t think I’m some sicko.” He rushes as he washes his hands and then dries them on my towel lying next to the sink. Swallowing, I fight the urge to laugh. I mean, it was rude of him to barge in here, and yes, he did startle me, but it’s not like he just committed a crime or anything.
    “Apology accepted. Now if you’ll please go,